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Sada Baby

Leave Em There

 

Leave Em There

(album: Skuba Sada 2.5 - 2022)


[?]
Ayy, ayy-ayy
I just did it for the [?]
[?]
Oh-ooh-oh

Huh, all these people sure fake
Huh, I been knew how to deal with all the hate
Huh, but they can not determine my fate
Huh, I'm close to God, you can't challenge my faith
Look, I'm not playing, this how I was raised
Pray night and day, what you want me to say?
Hand 'cross my heart and then I let the chopper spray
Huh, uh-mm, we gon' leave 'em where he lay

Send his ass to Timbuktu, that's what the ten milli' do
AR get to kicking too, put me in a better mood
Catch me in the kitchen, ooh, uh
Whipping up extra food, uh
We don't try to eat 'til my niggas make sure
They don't never, ever wanna slide no more
If we don't get away, that what the hideaway for
Catch a nigga lacking and we drive away, gone
Gon' drop 'em on the sidewalk by the pay phone
[?] got a space bar clip
Got shooters with me, can't paint my whip
Ten on this bitch get your shit flipped
Gotta win this war, it ain't gon' be easy
Got to be 'cause we needs it
I guess we embrace our demons
Then dump shit 'til he ain't breathing
Gotta leave a nigga speechless
Gotta make sure, oh-oh-oh, mm
Make sure he know the meaning
Murder junkie, I'm fiending

Huh, all these people sure fake
Huh, I been knew how to deal with all the hate
Huh, but they can not determine my fate
Huh, I'm close to God, you can't challenge my faith
Look, I'm not playing, this how I was raised
Pray night and day, what you want me to say?
Hand 'cross my heart and then I let the chopper spray
Huh, uh-mm, we gon' leave 'em where he lay

I cross my heart, open my eyes, I let it fly
I don't trust nobody but the guys
Who gon' blow one, everybody act like they gon' ride
They don't show none for the many times I could have died
Guess I'm chosen, all behind this golden smile
Be hurting, this money make it hard to be a better person
Drop another bag and get them contracts working
All behind that cash, I bet they all get lurking
I'm tryna let these bullets fly
Music to my ears when I hear that chopper fire
Dropping all they ass 'fore they take one of mine
Long live the guys, know I'll forever ride

Huh, all these people sure fake
Huh, I been knew how to deal with all the hate
Huh, but they can not determine my fate
Huh, I'm close to God, you can't challenge my faith
Look, I'm not playing, this how I was raised
Pray night and day, what you want me to say?
Hand 'cross my heart and then I let the chopper spray
Huh, uh-mm, we gon' leave 'em where he lay

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